Okay, I’m feeling (a bit) better now.  I pulled out my ‘fu this morning and chose to do a whole “mind over matter” thing and just MAKE MYSELF feel cheerier.  And, for the most part, it has worked.  Because, damnit, this is my birthday and I refuse to be in a snit all day long.

Though I had to laugh at ya’ll and your suggestions of leaving the house.  Hoo hoo!  That’s a good ‘un!  Seriously, though.

I had to make this choice when, shortly after I posted my entry this morning I got a phone call.  I didn’t recognize the number but answered and lo’ it was my oldest.  Wha?  “I don’t have a lunch,” he told me, sadly.

ZOMG.

And that was the point I could have crawled into myself and given up the day as a total loss or I could laugh at my own idiocy and just GET THE FREAK OVER IT.  (I chose the latter, btw.)  I can’t believe I forgot Harry’s lunch.  True, Kile does usually make it while I’m dealing with Evie in the mornings or whatever but he was in a hurry to get out this morning and I USUALLY do ask Harry if he has a lunch before he leaves, just to make sure.  I don’t know why I didn’t this morning.  I have a sneaking suspicion it has to do with the foulness of my mood and how focused on MYSELF I was feeling.

Boo.

So I whipped up a lunch, all the while smacking myself on the head every few seconds in case I started thinking that maybe I wasn’t the biggest idiot on the block this morning.  I was just finishing it up when Kile arrived back home.  I told him about the call and he took the lunch right down to the school for the poor kid.  OY.

We left the house, believe it or not, a little while later.  I went and got my lab work done, (woo hoo!) and twittered about that and also a question about Kendall on AMC and why is she in a coma which NO ONE RESPONDED TO.  I am officially UNLOVED, ya’ll.  I shall never know why Kendall was in a coma, as I refuse to watch AMC anymore.  But shoot, it was on in the lab waiting room and curiosity got the better of me.  I could of course google this question to find out but I’m not going to now, simply on principle.  It’s my birthday, I can cry if I want to.

We got hot dogs at Sam’s Club after that and cruised around enjoying all the free samples (seriously, it was like a Free Sample Bonanza there today).  That always makes for a nice lunch.  Who says you need to spend a fortune, eh?

After that, we checked out the local yarn shop that I’d been hearing so much about.  And yes, that place is pretty much HEAVEN.  So many books and needles and YARN.  Beautiful, beautiful yarn.  I was surprised that there weren’t any 12″ circular needles there, but I guess I could always order them.  I would have loved to have spent a day in there (and a fortune) but we had neither so we left.

Tonight, we’re doing a modified “date night”.  Kile is making up some lobster ravioli and we’re going to ship the kids to bed before we eat.  Supposedly there’ll be a birthday cake but I think it’s just rumor at this stage.  I’ve also heard tell of birthday presents but we’ll see about that.

Thirty three.  Yikes.  Thanks for all the wonderful birthday wishes everyone has sent me here and on Twitter and on Facebook.  It’s nice to be remembered. I don’t have many readers, but what I do have are pretty awesome, so thanks.

You know how every so often you’ll wake up and NOTHING seems to go your way.  In fact, your mood is so sour that even the smallest things which might normally roll off your back suddenly seem like dozens of sharp, pointy needles jabbing you in the eyes?   And then your blood pressure feels like it’s going to skyrocket off the charts and if someone says ONE MORE THING TO YOU then you’re going to seriously loose your shit and melt into a puddle?

Yeah.  that’s me.  Today.

And today is my birthday.

AWESOME.

I’m not entirely sure what got this day on the wrong track to begin with.  Maybe it was Evie waking up just shy of 2 am and wanting to come to bed with us.  And then spending the rest of the night being needy and clingy and basically just keeping me up.

Then, the plan this morning was simple.  Maybe too simple.  Kile was going to take the day off in order to kind of give ME a day off (do stay at home moms ever really get days off?).  But he had a meeting he had to go to and he had to be there by 8, which meant getting up and around rather early.  The idea here was that I would sleep in with Evie as long as I could.  And since Liam had been reluctant all week to get up at 7:30 with the rest of us, surely he would like to sleep in too, right?  So all Kile would need to do is wake up Harry on his way out the door and as long as Harry was quiet as he got ready, we’d all be good.

Yeah.  Not so much.

Pup came into Evie’s room, which is hooked up to the monitor and so I heard her snuffling around in there.  Which got me nervous about her pooping in there because she’s been known to do that in the past in the morning if Harry doesn’t let her outside right away.  Normally, I make sure to close Evie’s door at night when I go to get her but I guess I was Night of the Living Dead last night and didn’t do it.  So that woke me up.  And then I heard Liam cry and Harry holler at him in return.  Which woke Evie up.  So I gave up.  And I wasn’t really happy about it either.

And it’s just gone downhill from there.  Liam has been so tired and cranky, crying and whining and unhappy.  He scared Evie deliberately, so that she would cry too.  Which, you know, two crying children is AWESOME.

I was trying to do something fairly simple on my laptop that involved getting pictures off old CDs and you’d think that would be a piece of cake but apparently not with my PIECE OF CRAP laptop because (get this) the laptop keeps locking up when I try to look at what is on the CD drive.  UGH.  So that has not helped my blood pressure any.  Throw in the “shift” key being up to it’s usual shenanigans and selectively refusing to capitalize letters for me and I’m about ready to chuck this damned thing out the window.

Now, any of these things would probably never bother me normally.  Because nothing so far today has been that out of the ordinary.  In fact, dare I say it, it sounds like a regular day around the ol’ homestead.  But it’s ONE OF THOSE DAYS.  And when you get started down that path, it’s hard to veer off.

And I’m just supremely annoyed that I’m having ONE OF THOSE DAYS on my birthday.  SHEESH.  I’m hoping that things improve (and by “things”, I mean “my attitude”) greatly as the day progresses but you’ll have to forgive me if I’m not too entirely hopeful about it.